SHE WAS LOST, shuffling her feet along the endless pavement of a fading town. Her eyes were framed with moving pictures of haste- a crowd of strangers in their daily routine, dragging their dreams along with them. The sky above her head was a monochrome of gray, ready to burst into disoriented rains. It wasn't a beautiful scene. She sighed. She wasn't a beautiful scene either. She sighed more.

He was there, sipping coffee in a deserted coffee shop; taking pictures of empty tables out of boredom. The whole city resonated old acoustics, painting the atmosphere with the bluest of mementos. Outside the glass door was a...